In the Xingqing Palace, Li Longji, who had been displaced, walked in the idle court, at this time he had already lost a circle, and his hair was pale.

The beauty was on the side, but she was sad in vain, Li Longji walked on foot, never saying a word.

When Chang'an was lost, he didn't have so many worries, and he didn't care so much, he just chose another path, he could flee as far as he could, Tongguan was broken, and if he didn't leave, he would return to become a prisoner.

It's just that Li Longji didn't expect that a righteous daughter who accepted would stop him from leaving for the sake of the people of Chang'an, and asked him to live and die with Chang'an, but he refused, and then Concubine Ai was also kidnapped.

However, he never expected that there would be a bloody change in Ma Weipo, the organizer was the prince who usually didn't take it to heart, killed Yang Guozhong, Qing Jun's side, if it wasn't for Yuhuan being kidnapped, he would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being killed.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Li Longji pushed away the hands held by Yuhuan, and walked into the green fruit forest alone, lonely like a shadow following step by step, lonely like falling green leaves swinging around, melancholy like the messy haystacks placed in the forest with mushrooms growing in white.

Li Mao died, thinking of this, Li Longji's footsteps suddenly stagnated, his fists clenched, his white eyebrows locked, and he sighed again.

He did everything he shouldn't do, what he should do, he couldn't do a single thing, and he had been an emperor for decades in vain.

The world was in chaos, the wind was blowing, and the news that Li Longji heard in his ears sounded that Longyou Dao had all fallen, the people were displaced, and the people of the world were miserable.

I also heard that the bones of hundreds of thousands of Tang soldiers in the mountain protection army were not cold, and various cities were looted, and mourning was everywhere.

If you say who is the hope that rises in this troubled world, there is only that inconspicuous black trace, the princess of the protector fought in Fanchuan, attacked and harassed the enemy army in Zhongnan Mountain, held Chang'an, fought to the death for a night, and finally waited for reinforcements to become famous in the first battle.

Princess Protector, Wu Yueya, my daughter-in-law, Li Longji was a little afraid and a little proud in his heart, he suddenly remembered the broken sleeve that day, and finally felt a little more guilty.

Defending Chang'an, sending troops to recover Tongguan in just two days, the black armor army was like a bamboo, and finally recovered Luoyang, killing all the rebel leaders, which can be said to have quelled the civil strife.

Thinking of this, Li Longji's old appearance suddenly burst into anger, the old face was comforted but still guilty, it was he who personally lifted her group training, if he had the intention to rebel, I am afraid he would already be a prisoner, the black armor army is more brave than the tiger wolf, and it is a rare combat power of the Tang Dynasty.

Fear overflowed from the bottom of my heart again, and then turned into anxiety, the princess with the surname can't be entrusted with a heavy responsibility... However, at this moment, Lingwu's unfilial son should start a war with the princess of the protectorate, no matter which side wins, he has already faded out of the emperor's seat, just a widowed old man.

Suddenly, he hoped that his son could win, so that the world was still the world of the Li family, haha didn't laugh yet, he just opened his mouth, and then pursed his lips, still hoping that the princess would win, after all, Li Heng is difficult to achieve big things, judging from his single-handedly planning Ma Weipo and immediately provoking infighting, Li Heng is not suitable to sit on the throne and look down on the world.

Li Longji felt that he was not suitable, in his eyes, he once saw the whole world, and later, looking at it, there was only this Chang'an.

Shaking his head and sighing again, "Wrong! ”

"Your Majesty!" Yang Yuhuan had been following behind, and when he heard the sage's sigh that he was wrong, he had to step forward and continue to hold the king with a thin figure, and said comfortingly, "Your Majesty, Yue Aya has great power and can appease this chaotic world, which is a blessing to the world and a blessing to the people!" ”

"Alas, you don't understand...."Li Longji didn't blame this concubine, he sighed and felt that his mouth was very bitter, he was caught by the princess, and he was arrested back to Chang'an by his own daughter, he really lost face.

"Your Majesty, since this is the case, why worry about the past, you should think about the future!"

Hearing Concubine Ai's words, Li Longji shook his head at first, traced the back of Yang Yuhuan's delicate hand, and nodded heavily.

The knowledge of Chang'an City gradually climbed up the trunk of the tree, and the branches were noisy, piercing through the palace, passing from tree to tree, until it reached an ancient tree by the Yong'an Canal.

One person sits alone under the tree with one arm, guarding the chessboard, no one solves problems, can only enjoy himself, Feng Ziyue is like this every day, with some reserves in the house, at least he will not die of hunger, it is not that he does not want to find a way out, but he is disheartened, how can he never imagine that the sage Li Heng will cut off one of his arms.

At least I saw clearly whether the self-reliant prince was a Ming monarch or a tyrant, and now it seems that he is indeed a tyrant.

Letting the hot wind blow, Feng Ziyue saw the familiar vendor, looking at each other, the vendor's eyes lit up instantly, and before he could shout, he was interrupted by the perceived Feng Ziyue.

"A big bowl of cold drinks!"

"Hey, okay! The small trader fished out a few pieces of crushed ice from the iron bucket, poured them into a bowl of sugar water tofu brains, and brought them to Feng Ziyue steadily and quickly, "Objective, please!" ”

"Hmm!" Feng Ziyue nodded, anyway, on a hot day, it would be good to drink some cold drinks to quench his thirst, so he took out five copper plates, took the bowl with one hand and paid the money with the other.

"This Lang Jun, an old guest officer, has four copper plates, this ice-making technique is taught by the princess, and the cost is not high! You drink me slowly..."

Before the vendor could finish speaking, a white-haired old man with a few boys slowly stepped forward, "A few more bowls, according to the number of people!" ”

"Thank you for the reward!" The two boys immediately bowed down and thanked the old man.

Seeing this, Feng Ziyue raised his eyebrows, looked at the old man with white flowers, stood up politely, and invited the other party to sit in the shade under the tree to escape the heat, and at the same time was curious about the identity of the other party.

"Dare to ask who Lao Langjun is?"

Wu Daozi sat down, quite a bit of a fairy bones, clean and white clothes neatly, when he pushed a white chess piece on the chessboard, he smiled and said, "Old man Wu Daozi!" What do you call you? ”

"In the next seal to read, I have heard that Wu Daozi's painting skills are transcendent, and there is no one to match in ancient times, and I have been looking up for a long time in the next one!" Feng Ziyue sincerely flattered him, he had heard about Wu Daozi's affairs for a long time, and he was a painter who couldn't ask for it.

The two boys next to him brought a wooden plank and placed it diagonally under the tree on the shore, revealing a painting.

The beauty on the painting is dressed in a red Hanfu, the cuffs are shining with gold lines, if it is said that the woman is graceful, but she poses with her hands on her back, standing at the head of the city overlooking the majestic appearance of the city, with beautiful eyebrows and smiling faces like watery eyes, and the heroic posture makes people mistakenly think that the person in the painting is relying on the wind to resist the wind.

Feng Ziyue blinked his eyes a few times, but he didn't recognize who this was.

And a black-armored sergeant passing by recognized who was in the painting at a glance, Li Ping strode to the edge of the tree, and bowed his hand to Feng Ziyue and Wu Daozi, before he could speak, the small vendor who came with a cold drink bowl saw the portrait, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

In full view of everyone, the small vendor put down the cold drink bowl and ran to the portrait to show his respect, since he could not see him, it was okay to express his gratitude to the portrait.

Several people around were already dumbfounded, but they didn't expect that the princess of the protector had already penetrated into the hearts of the people of Chang'an.